Shock!Straight Man Long Aotian Secretly Hides The Villain’S Skirt Chapter 8
byLu Yi lay on the couch, the sweat on his forehead long dried, yet sleep eluded him.
The salt had dissolved into the blood; if he didn’t clean it, the wound would likely fester by morning.
The man rose and left the Bamboo Hut alone.
From the first day he was captured, his instincts as a Swift Plume Guard had driven him to explore every accessible part of the valley.
Miedie Valley was surrounded by mountains, and at the foot of the southernmost peak lay a lake, perfect for cleaning his wounds.
After walking for about the time it takes an incense stick to burn, Lu Yi could faintly see the shimmering light reflecting off the lake’s surface.
A breeze blew across the lake, carrying a faint, indistinct sound of a flute into Lu Yi’s ears.
This flute music was unlike the malevolent, aggressive sound the demon used when torturing people; instead, it was gentle and soothing, like a spring breeze.
Regardless of whether the flutist was Xie Rong, he still needed to clean his wounds.
Lu Yi maintained his pace, reaching the lakeside, but instinctively turned his head to look.
Under a crooked, dead tree by the lake, a pair of wooden clogs lay casually placed. The youth, adorned with silver ornaments and dark hair draped over his shoulders, sat barefoot in the tree, looking down as he played the flute.
A massive black python coiled around the trunk, its head resting against the youth’s shoulder, rubbing gently.
Lu Yi had seen this python before. In the depths of the Five Poisons Cave, it had nearly bitten him off the ledge. It was vicious and deadly, yet it was so docile in front of Xie Rong. It was very likely the Gu King of Miedie Valley.
Yesterday, another Deputy Commissioner of the Swift Plume Directorate had delivered a secret message: the medicine slaves in the valley were infected with one of South Xinjiang’s most savage Gu worms.
These Gu worms originated from the South Xinjiang Saint Child, and only the blood of the Gu King could cure the poison.
Lu Yi withdrew his gaze, walked a distance away, and crouched by the lake. After cleaning his wounds, he lowered his head again, cupping a handful of water, preparing to wash his face.
A hand suddenly gripped the back of his neck, forcefully pushing his head into the lake.
Xie Rong lowered his eyes, appreciating the man’s disheveled state, his expression cold. He tilted his head slightly, “Ignoring me? It seems your mind isn’t clear. Let me help you.”
The water surface instantly churned. The powerfully built man easily broke free from the pressure, reversed his grip, seized Xie Rong’s hand, and abruptly pulled him into the lake.
Xie Rong’s eyes widened. He hadn’t expected anyone in Miedie Valley to dare rebel against him.
He was shocked and furious. His wooden clogs were washed away by the water, forcing him to kick the man with his bare feet. But he couldn’t swim. Even though he wasn’t actually submerged, the instinct for survival made him instinctively cling to the man’s shoulder.
The youth’s hands were soft and boneless. Once soaked, they became slick, wrapping around the man like water snakes.
Lu Yi pressed his knee against Xie Rong’s thigh, his broad palm supporting the youth’s waist to keep him from sinking. He frowned deeply, staring at him, lost in thought.
After a moment, the man reached out, his rough thumb brushing against the pale red crescent moon mark on Xie Rong’s cheekbone. He paused and said, “It’s not painted on?”
Such an alluring birthmark seemed naturally designed to seduce men.
Except for him, of course.
He was merely under the influence of this demon’s Gu worm, which was why he couldn’t control himself.
“Vile dog! Dog slave!” Xie Rong’s eyes were red with anger. He slapped the man and forgot about using the flute to control the Gu worms. He immediately used both hands to choke Lu Yi’s neck, ignoring his inability to swim. “Die! Die!”
But the man was as solid as an iron barrel, completely unmoved. His eyelids were bloodshot, veins bulging on his forehead, as he stared intently at Xie Rong.
Perhaps it was the Gu worm acting up, but every angry word and glare from this demon seemed imbued with seductive charm in his eyes.
If not for the Gu worm, how could he harbor such thoughts about a heinous, life-wasting demon?
Xie Rong met his gaze and curled his lips, “Lu Yi, are you feeling uncomfortable? Do you feel bugs crawling in your chest?”
Ordinary Gu worms wouldn’t crawl around in the chest, but Xie Rong had read many books related to “cut sleeves” (homosexuality) these past few days.
He remembered clearly that whenever a cut sleeve got intimate with a man, they would feel bugs crawling in their chest.
Lu Yi said, “You did put a Gu worm on me, after all.”
Xie Rong clung to his shoulder and laughed softly, the malice in his eyes unconcealed, “My favorite thing to do is torment good people like you who love punishing evil and promoting justice.”
“Your suffering makes me happy.”
With that, Xie Rong shifted the hand clinging to the man’s shoulder to wrap around his neck. He tilted his head back and touched the man’s lips with his own. “I am heinous. So what kind of good person are you, having pressed your lips against mine?”
“Tell me… if those people in Upper Cloud Capital saw you like this with me, how will you pretend to be a good person afterward?” Xie Rong grew happier and more excited as he spoke, laughing to himself.
Lu Yi closed his eyes, then opened them again.
Xie Rong became even more smug, his red lips curved up, intending to say more, when a shadow suddenly fell over his face.
The man lowered his head and furiously blocked his lips.
A scorching palm cupped the back of his neck. The man’s teeth bit and gnawed at his lips fiercely and without pattern, prying open his jaw and stealing all the sweet moisture from his mouth.
Xie Rong froze, blinking in confusion.
The picture books only mentioned lips touching; they didn’t say cut sleeves would use their tongues.
Xie Rong felt dizzy and uncomfortable. He tried to push away, but the man held him tightly, sucking on his tongue with increasing force, as if seeking revenge.
The water surface rippled, gradually returning to calm only half an hour later.
Xie Rong lay limp in the man’s arms, looking bewildered, as he was carried ashore.
His lips were very red and swollen, as if they had been kissed raw and licked sore by the man.
Lu Yi, ignoring the slap mark on his face, carried the youth back to the Bamboo Hut without a word.
“Are you satisfied?”
Xie Rong was placed on the couch by the man.
With the Gu worm acting up, he was naturally satisfied.
The moment Lu Yi became completely obsessed with being a cut sleeve, and then having the Gu worm removed from his heart, would be the time of his clearest, most agonizing pain.
He smiled, adopting the tone from the storybooks, and wrapped his arms around Lu Yi’s neck, “Tomorrow night, come to the Bamboo Hut yourself. I need to continue testing the Gu worm. Did you remember?”
Lu Yi assented and turned to leave.
The next day.
The aristocratic youths whom Lu Yi had previously scolded into awareness gradually learned that the Valley Master had given him a whipping. They felt guilty, especially since they had previously suspected Lu Yi was trying to steal the Valley Master’s position.
Some even saw that morning that Lu Yi’s wounds were not only waterlogged but had festered.
Lu Yi had endured such humiliation to save them. Coupled with the inherently cruel competition among the heirs of the capital’s noble families, they finally understood, no matter how reluctant they were.
Led by the son of Vice Minister Zhao, several aristocratic youths decided they couldn’t wait passively anymore and planned to find Lu Yi after dinner to discuss how to leave Miedie Valley.
However, after waiting outside the Low Houses in the cold wind for an hour, night had fallen, and Lu Yi still hadn’t returned.
A medicine slave living in the same Low House said that Lu Yi had gone to the Bamboo Hut and was likely being tormented again.
Although no one from the Swift Plume Directorate was good, if Lu Yi died, how would they ever return?
The group exchanged glances and stealthily hurried toward the Bamboo Hut.
The door to the Bamboo Hut was ajar, and faint sounds could be heard. Young Master Zhao was the first to peek through the crack in the door, and he instantly froze.
Inside the room, the man was half-kneeling on the ground. His tall, imposing body pressed the smaller youth into a corner, kissing him with bloodshot eyes and heavy breathing, allowing only an occasional whimper to escape from the person in his arms.